Grey traveler

Pass the shady grass, this warm gale along the pasture rides himA naked dear who once dealt with a glimpse of trains

Trains for manhoodOnly one way

Darlings know the tale, they must starve for that dream Knowing that it`s a road that no one wants for a boyThe boy must be willing, must be scarred, loved, then lost, and burly to the touch

This was our recipe for a soldier, before you add the repose and respect

Now and days gender is just a set of clothes the boy wearsNo one must know, only a few can understand the journeyLet us continue the trip, just over the yellow bricks hereThrough these thickets of red threads left by outsiders nearOutlines of fires, some with many warm stories, like yours thereIt`s not far, these days..

This cherished child likely came from some kind of family Babies normally can`t survive the black burdens of the wild, alone Likely an alpha trained them, sold them off to later save them from the lawNot before giving them a list; for food, for feelings, for hardship, and some kind of heart

Not a big one, but one that works fine to lastJust got to follow the lessons on the old callusesNot everyone gets to buy the book, so they make their ownSome of them are around here, in volumes, on bodies that tried their best

Along this buried purple villa, the decor will break the young bones into gritDivide the area into reasonGive the dear a means to not take the world for granted

We don`t want to think this world is ours, right?We didn`t make it, but even then some think otherwiseNot everyone can travel the same road, after all

Our wanderer must be fit, for themselvesA hero of problems so no mate pulls their heart astrayAnd branded a mouth no slick can switch their way, even in a broken stateMost of all, our journeymen must be able to reach that brownish bar to grab what theirsMight have to struggle, but they`ll be strong, out there

In a world where everything isn`t a rainbow Where our new heart beats with dusty steamThis land isn`t ours, but we can make a lot of areasSome will have to be pale, some will need to be

While being inspired by poetry from ‘Traveler On the Backroads’ in social media, I figured I would continue to explore different kinds of writing and speak to many people I thought at one point I would never dare meet. You’ll be amazed be how much you can learn when you put your thoughts and fairy tales aside to just try to listen to the sounds of the world every once and awhile.

Some people out there got me beat, but I got their numbers! And to this day, we make art. If we argue, we make forests that confound the mind. If we can agree, we give the world a gift of expression.